Tattooine. The hot hell hole of a planet. Full of smugglers, thiefs, murderers. All of the normal day residents of the planet. But today. Today would have a meeting of a different group. A darker group. A meeting between sith.

Malice was sitting within one of the taverns. Recently he had sent out his most loyal acolytes to search down and summon Zeta to a meeting. Along with the sith of TNSO. a group Malice had once been a part of. Hell, a group he had once ruled.

Malice had been away from The Dark Circle for the past few weeks. choosing to go on his own to learn by himself. Though he did not tell them where he went, when he would return. Or what he was doing. He didn't have to. Malice was a member of the triumvirate. A secret organization which ruled TDC. They were even above the new dark lord of the sith Sedriss Sadow.

Malice now was here for a reason. A reason that would benefit all the sith. The question is, would they show.

As if it were not bad enough that Malice had betrayed his former allies of the Naboo Sith Order, now he was taking it upon himself to send his minions' off to Zeta; something the Zabrak did not take too kindly to.

"So he is too indolent to do his own labor that he must send his minions to me??"

The Zabrak laughed in a scornful tone before he grabbed one of the demon's acolytes by the throat, essentially lifting the minion off of his feet and into the air while at the same time draining the life of the follower. Dropping the Acolyte in a swift and dominating manner, the Sith turned to look at another one of the followers whose eyes glazed over with fear as Zeta's eyes met his.

"Tell him to come clean up his mess... I'll be waiting."

Not bothering to utter a word, all remaining Acolyte's scampered off, no doubt fearing for their lives.

The Acolyte that had been dropped now lay lifeless upon the floor.

"Suppose he now has a reason to come to me," he said, a thin docile smirk drawing to his lips as he roughly kicked at the lifeless corpse at his feet, the body turning over on its side slightly.

Lupercus' acolyte had received a similar fate, eviscerated as he delivered his message to Lupercus. Zeta specifically had been summoned, but the others of TNSO had been invited. The Hapans smile as a thin line of savagry as the blood splatter dripped slowly down the walls of the hallway in which he had been stopped. Lupercus thought back to the moments in which Malice had 'run' the Order. An order that was defunct. An order that had been openly mocked by the Jedi for its lack of leadership, much to the chargin of Lupercus.

And so he had risen up. The Order had been revitalised. The Order had captured Kamino in an example of perfect coordination between the Empire. The Sith Lords of the Empire were once again feared in the galaxy.

As the messengers corpse drained of its final blood, Lupercus saw another group dissappearing at pace. Smirking, his beautiful features contrasted by the look of bloodlust on his face, Lupercus retraced the fleeing acolytes path to come across another body. And above it stood Zeta who, despite not being a part of the Order, had been forced back to Xa'Fel after their trip of Korriban.

"Zeta. I see you received a 'summons' also. No member of the Order has been summoned so arrogently since Maim..."

Malice did not have to wait long for a reply. As three hooded figures entered the tavern. Approaching the demon sith, they all bowed their heads.

"My lord they have gotten your message. Also, they have killed two of your acolytes. But they refuse to come to you"

Upon hearing this Malice chuckled to himself.

*Figures. Zeta was always the stubborn one. As for Lupercus and the rest of TNSO. Well, they must have adopted this trait from the zabrak. Very well i shall meet them. I assume they are all on Xa'Fel*

Without waiting for a response Malice left. Flanked by his acolytes. Within moments he was on his shuttle heading towards Xa'Fel.

(So, they wish not to meet me on neutral grounds. Very well. It is of little importance to me)

The sith thought as he sat in the piolts seat.

hours later

The shuttle exited hyperspace over Xa'Fel. With Malice's dark presense looming over the sith planet, he sent a comm to the hangerbay.

*I am requesting permission to land. I have an appointment of sorts with the sith of TNSO*

He awaited a response. Hopefully this meeting would prove fruitful and not turn into a bloody battle. Though Malice wouldn't mind at all. He was curious as to how much Zeta and the others had improved.

OOC: Yo Lup, if you could, i would like to get a temp access to the ready room. So we can talk more about this in private

The Zabrak's gaze had been looking down upon the corpse at his feet when Lupercus came to join him, his head snapping up sharply to look up at Lupercus at the mention of Maim, evident displeasure set on his face. Zeta looked as if he were going to protest out loud to Lupercus' comment but thought better of the idea, preferring not to waste his concerns on Maim.

The Zabrak had neglected to mention anything to Lupercus yet, but he felt a change within the wave of the darkside, the feeling of change made him wonder if Malice's summons had anything to do with it.

Curtly moving away from the body at his feet, the Sith completely ignored Lupercus as he rushed past him and headed off to the docking bay, leaving Lupercus to be by himself.

He had no time for small talk.

OOC: Here will do fine, all members of TNSO have access, as well as yourself, Malice.